The leader then asked him what regiment he belonged to, and what part of the country he had served in. The answers were satisfactory, and then the robber handed Crump his watch and money, remarking as he did so:
"Well, you look like an honest fellow. I guess you're all right. We don't want to rob Confederate soldiers. But the d—d Yankees have driven us all into outlawry, and we will make them pay for it yet."
Mr. Taylor, of Lowell, Mass., was examined.
"Where are you from?"
"St. Louis."
"Yes, and d—n your soul, you are a reporter for the St. Louis Democrat, the vilest sheet in the land. Go to Hot Springs and send the dirty concern a telegram about this affair, and give them my compliments, will you?"
Then Governor Burbank felt encouraged to ask a favor of them.
"Will you please return me my papers?" asked the Governor. "They are valuable to me, but I am sure you can make no use of them."
"We'll see," said the leader, sententiously, and took the packet and kneeled down to examine them.
In a few moments he took up a paper with an official seal, that excited his ire, and before he paused to examine it sufficiently to enable him to determine its character, he reached the conclusion that the bearer was a detective, a class which he held in the utmost hatred.